Is that my child?

Valentine's Day 2008

Have you ever had one of those moments where you are wondering if your child is really your child? Most of the time when my children do stuff, I end up saying, "you are your father's child!" I had that new experience this week with Carter. I am trying to keep/add vegetables in my kids' diet. So when I went to the grocery store, I got several different types of fresh and canned vegetables. I remembering their babysitter saying something about peas at lunch one day, so I got a can of green peas. Now just to update you on my eating habits. I DON'T eat vegetables and especially green vegetables (except lettuce). So I was shocked one morning when Carter was in the pantry and insisted on eating peas. He recognized the can and pulled it out saying, "peas, peas". I thought okay its 10:30, but if you asking for peas, I will give you peas. This whole time saying outload to myself (quietly), "You are not my child, where did you come from!" As I am quietly gagging while opening and draining the can, I am still mutterring it to myself. I pour a small amount of peas into a bowl and heat them up. Do you eat peas cold or hot? I didn't know, I figured hot so in the mircrowave they went. Carter was already sitting at the tables yelling for his peas, CRAZY! I gave him his peas, he began to eat. I went back into the kitchen to tidy up. A little later, Carter said all done and held up with bowl. I am STILL saying to myself, "Where did you come from?" I went to get him out and noticed green peas ALL over the floor. He didn't eat one! When I saw the peas all over the floor, I just laughed out load and shook by head. Mainly for two reasons, yes, he was finally my child; and second, that is what I used to do when I didn't want to eat something. I knew my mother wouldn't make me eat anything that hit the floor, and she was too cheap to open up another can just to make me eat a portion. Just a funny Carter story this week!